Taken - 5sos

The Other Side

I can't believe they even think for one second that I would ever be one of them. I'd rather be dead than ever be one of them... a murderer... a vampire! This is insane. They think that I will just want to be one of them?! My god, they have it wrong.

I was sitting on the bed, when the door opened. Luke walked in and came and sat next to me, so I moved away and sat on the other side of the bed.

"You don't have to be afraid of us you know," he said softly.

"Oh yeah? Because to me, you guys kill people," I said to him in disgust.

"That's not all we do you know."

"Well, that's all I know about you. From first hand experience with Calum, I just presume that you all want to kill me, and now I know for a fact that Michael hates me. So, I am afraid of you." I said to him.

"Come with me," he said.

"I can't. My foot hasn't healed yet and before you open your mouth, you aren't carrying me," I said before he could get a word in. "So, why don't you just leave me alone?" I shout.

"Because I want you to at least give us a chance. You have only seen one side to us and I'd like to show you our good side. I'm not taking no for an answer, even if I do have to carry you out of here myself," Luke said.

"Fine, but your not holding me." I protested.

"Okay, but how are you going to get there then?" he asked.

"I'll manage," I replied. All he did was raise his eyebrows at me, but he nodded his head.

When we had reached the bottom of the stairs, it had been about twenty minutes, but Luke had remained silent and patient with me. I'd winced every step I took and I was thankful for the bottom of the stairs. Michael was no longer lying on the floor, so he had either been moved or was alive again. This thought filled me with fear and confusion, since I still didn't quite understand how this worked.

"Where's Michael?" I asked, unable to hold in my curiosity.

"Alive." He replied.

"Did he kill Calum?" I questioned sarcastically.

Luke let out a laugh. "Probably," he said, "but it's not like it hasn't happened before though. I forgot to ask before, what's your name?"

"It's Megan...so, what did you want to show me, to 'change my mind?'" I asked.

"I was just going to tell you more about us, what we can do, what we've done, stuff like that," he said.

"Alright..." you reluctantly replied.

"Okay, well, we are all fast and we all have different powers," he started, but I interrupted him.

"What do you mean powers?" I inquired.

"I was about to elaborate, but you stopped me. What I mean is, we all have different abilities, I can make people see things that aren't really there, Michael can compel people so they do what he wants, Calum can manipulate the elements and Ashton can heal people and also sense how badly there are injured." I stopped him again.

"So, he could heal my foot?" I asked and I received a nod, "then, why didn't he do it before?" I interrogated, annoyed.

"Because you wouldn't let us explain anything after you stormed out. But, now that you have kind of 'calmed down'," he paused, Ashton walking into the room and walking over to where me and Luke were sat on the couch.

"Put your leg on the couch," Ashton instructed.

When I hesitated, he said "If you don't trust me, I won't help you."

I lifted my leg up onto the couch and made sure the pressure was minimal. Ashton sat down beside me.

"This is going to hurt, okay?" he said softly.

I nodded and prepared for the worst. Ashton placed his hand over my ankle and applied pressure. I let out a cry of pain and then the pain was gone. Ashton took his hand away from my ankle and I placed it on the floor. I stood up and, surprisingly, it was painless.

"Thank you," I smiled at Ashton.

"See, we're not all bad," Luke said to me with a smile.

"Yeah, well, it's going to take more than that to change my mind about you," I replied, looking at Luke with raised eyebrows.

"Well, we have a lot of time to change your mind so..." Luke said.

"I don't want to hear anymore, I'll go back to that bedroom," I stated, making my way out of the lounge, you heard Luke protest for you to stay, but I just kept walking. When I got back to 'my' room, I closed the door behind me. I turned from the door and gasped. Michael pushed me up against the wall and put his hand over my mouth before I had the chance to scream. He lowered his head to my neck and then I felt his fangs tear through the tender skin on my neck. I fought as hard as I could, but his strength was too much for me. The only things that I could feel were his fangs in my neck and the feeling of my blood being drained from my body.

Luke's P.O.V

After she left the room, Ashton and I decided that we should go check on Michael. We had left Calum to deal with Michael, while we dealt with the girl, even though we both knew it wasn't the best idea we had ever had.

We walked into the room that we had left them in, to find Calum on the floor, unconscious. Ashton rushed over to him and noticed his broken neck.

"Michael," I said, and then realisation set in. "Oh my God! Megan!"

I began to panic as I rushed to her room. I barged in the door to see Megan against the wall; Michael feeding on her. Seeing this, I ripped Michael off her and she slumped to the floor, unconscious.

"What the fuck Michael?!" I yelled in his face.

"What are you going to do? Huh?" Michael taunted me.

I punched him in the jaw, causing him to fly backwards. He was stronger than me at the moment, having consumed a large amount of fresh human blood, so he was coming at me in no time. He punched me and I fell backwards. I glanced over at Megan, who was laying where she was, losing blood from the wound on her neck. Michael pulled me to my feet by my throat; I knew that he wanted to kill me at the minute. I managed to push him off me and get him out of her room. I pushed him down the stairs and then jumped over the banister to meet him at the bottom of the stairs, where the fight continued.

"ASHTON!" I yelled, getting punched in the process. Ashton rushed over and started trying to get Michael off me. "No, go to Megan," I shouted with urgency.

He didn't question, he just disappeared up the stairs.

Because of my lack of concentration on the fight, Michael had my neck in his hands, and before I knew it, he twisted, I was dead.